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Dear Future Boyfriend

Dear Future Boyfriend

If you've read my blog then you must think I'm still in love with my ex, well that's not true, not anymore. I care about him-ish, I think he's a great guy but there's absolutely nothing between us, Nada, not a thing. He's the guy I still talk about because he's the only love  I've known.  He's moved on and so have I. It may appear that I'm still holding on to an idea of us because starting over with someone new scares the hell out of me, like bat sh!t crazy scary. So chill, I'm over that guy, he's past tense, you're the future babe. {Edit June 2018:I don't talk about him anymore}.




Anyway, now that is out of the way, here is a guide to tell if I like you. Knowing me, you'll need a cheat sheet.

1. We are still talking
I'm a terrible texter, I hate it. So if we are exchanging messages at least twice a day, I like you. If I call you in response to a text, I really like you (sorry it took 3 hours).


If we've met and we are still talking, I like you. If I initiate contact, I like you. If I ask to meet up, regardless of whether or not we actually do, I'm half in love with you.

2. I've told you what I do
If I've told you I'm an air traffic controller and not a Marshaller or vaguely just say I work with planes or at the airport, I was trying to impress you, I mean air traffic control is a pretty impressive career.

3. You've met my friends and/or family
If I've introduced you to my friends and family then you should know that I'm ready for a relationship, if we are not already in one. Hurry up, I'm ready to bae up.

4. You've met my parents.
If you've met my parents, this  is not a typical meet the parents thing, these are my parents.  If you've met  my mother you should start ring shopping, talk to your uncles. If you're to meet my father, get lobola ready.

Not a typical list, am I right? So there you have it. Now you know I like you, looking forward to the day we finally get together.

With love
Your future girlfriend

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